Won't say I love you babe
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Won't say I need you babe
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But I'm going to get you babe
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And I will not do you wrong
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Living's mostly wasting time
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And I waste my share of mine
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But it never feels too good
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So let's not take too long
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You're as soft as glass and I'm a gentle man
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We got the sky to talk about
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And the world to lie upon
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Days up and down they come
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Like rain on a conga drum
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Forget most, remember some
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But don't turn none away
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Everything is not enough
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Nothing is too much to bear
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Where you been is good and gone
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All you keep's the getting there
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To live is to fly low and high
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So shake the dust off of your wings
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And the sleep out of your eyes
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It's goodbye to all my friends
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It's time to go again
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Think of all the poetry
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And the pickin' down the line
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I'll miss the system here
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The bottom's low and the treble's clear
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But it don't pay to think too much
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On the things you leave behind
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I may be gone but I won't be long
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I'll be bringing back the melody
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And the rhythm that I find
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We all got holes to fill
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And them holes are all that's real
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Some fall on you like a storm
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Sometimes you dig your own
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But choice is yours to make
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Time is yours to take
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Some dive into the sea
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Some toil upon the stone
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To live is to fly low and high
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So shake the dust off of your wings
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The sleep out of your eyes
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To Live Is To Fly
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| Cowboy Junkies |
